binary dead train

Chapter 249 Antivirus Software

"Fuck!!!"

The man fell violently to the ground.

The man was wearing a technical body suit with full protection, but it was a little baggy.The surface of the clothing follows the structure of the human body, and some green light-emitting strips are laid down. There is also a weird machine helmet on the head, holding a wide rope in the hand, and a medium-sized drilling machine at the other end, which looks quite old , stained with mottled rust.

At this moment, the man was pointing at Turing tremblingly, with a dazed look.

"you you……"

At this time, he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, let go of the rope, and grabbed an old-fashioned pistol out of the air, and the moment he was about to pull the trigger was taken away by Turing's dodge teleportation.

Then the pistol turned into data flying in the sky in Turing's hands, which made him stare blankly.

And the man was obviously taken aback by Turing's actions, and then he took out another identical pistol from the air, and jumped up from the ground as if weightless:

"Aren't you an antivirus software?"

"What antivirus software?"

Looking at the gun in the opponent's hand, Turing's fat man frowned.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at Turing's muzzle drooping, but he immediately lifted it up again:

"You are not anti-virus software, why did you appear here?!"

"I still want to ask you." Turing replied coldly, while glancing at the gun in the opponent's hand, "Who are you?"

"My name is Li... bah, you can call me... call me Ghost!!"

The man spoke loudly, as if he had thought of a name that he thought was cool.

"Then Mr. Li Guiying, what are you doing here?" Turing glanced at the old drilling machine behind the other party.

"It's a ghost!" The ghost's volume suddenly increased, feeling that he had been insulted. "Can't you see? Of course I'm..."

Ghosting said, shut up abruptly, and changed the topic, "Hey! Shouldn't you give your name before asking someone?"

"My name is Luo Wang." Turing put his hands in his pockets.

"Luo Wang? Well, I don't care what your name is... Go away, don't bother me." Ghost waved the pistol in his hand and pulled the drilling machine to the ice wall of the network.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Turing said, frowning.

He felt very strange.

What he entered at this moment should be his supervisor terminal. The network ice wall in front of him should be outside the port leading to the black market. Why are there other people here?
Turing looked back and found that the terminal space floating behind him before had disappeared, and it had all become a data space with only white light grids left.

Maybe after I entered the supervisor terminal, I came directly to the program of the Crohn black market system through the network port, but was blocked by the ice wall, and here, it should already be outside the network port of the terminal, maybe Enter the transfer station of the black market system, and I am now entering with brainwave consciousness, so I don't have a pass.And the guy in front of him who calls himself a ghost, but behaves like a bad boy no matter what, should be a hacker who wants to hack into the black market system...

Turing quickly cleared his mind, and the "ghost" in front of him had already pushed the drilling rig to the ice wall, and the sharp, slender auger pushed out a bunch of diffused data on the ice wall of the network.

"You're not a novice, are you?" Ghosting checked the drill proudly, "Looking at you like this, you must have come in recklessly..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, then turned back to look at Turing:

"I'm breaking the ice."

"Break the ice?" Turing immediately became interested.

Naturally, the drilling rig pulled in the virtual space cannot be a real drilling rig. It should be a visualization of data, or in other words, a program.

"Do you know what's behind this wall, right?" The ghost was triumphant, waiting for Turing's question.

"do not know."

Turing's answer made Ghosting very satisfied. He has already calibrated the drill at the moment, pressed the function key on it, and was ready to start: "Behind this wall is an online black market under construction!"

This answer surprised Turing, and he pretended to be curious and asked, "Who opened the black market?"

"How do I know?" Ghost shrugged and slammed on the drill.

The drilling rig started rumbling, and a glowing crack instantly spread out on the ice wall, reflecting a piece of data text.

"There are so many online black markets in the cyberspace. Those in our line of business may not know the masters behind every black market, right?" Ghosting said old-fashionedly, but found that the fat man in front of him looked at him with a strange expression. subtle.

It's like looking at a fool's expression, which makes him very uncomfortable.

"Aren't you afraid of being traced to your address when you break into the online black market?"

"Ha, that's something ordinary hackers would care about, I'm an 'icebreaker'!" Ghosting turned his head and calibrated the drilling machine again. Cyberspace is very suitable for attacking."

Pheasant black market?

Turing seemed to understand.

The person in front of him didn't seem to know whose territory was behind the wall.

"Your drilling rig doesn't seem efficient enough." Turing flashed to the side of the drilling rig and patted the machine.

During the conversation, Ghost had already calibrated the drilling rig several times and began to drill a hole in another place.

"This is an 'ice-breaking program' developed by myself...Why should I tell you this?" Ghost raised his head abruptly, as if glaring at Turing.

Turing shrugged.

How do I know you are so proud.

At this moment, the ghost raised the gun in his hand abruptly, and shot Turing. The latter was stunned and disappeared into the cyberspace in an instant.

Ghosting leisurely blew on the muzzle of the gun and continued to work.

He drilled several holes in the wall, and finally turned the drilling machine into a sledgehammer and smashed it hard.

The translucent ice wall instantly turned into a bright transparent red, the fragments exploded, and a large amount of data flow flew out, but the ghost didn't care, and put everything into the air, and groped the border of the big hole to get in. And the hole began to shrink gradually after he got in.

The figure of Luo Wang transformed by Turing appeared at the entrance of the cave. There was a large crack in the place where the gun was shot in the chest, and colorful noises flickered inside. A bullet hit the ground, turning into broken data and disappearing.

"Since the drilling rig is an 'ice-breaking program', the gun and bullets should also be some kind of attack program for hackers, but it seems to have no effect on me."

The hacker acted carelessly, behaved youthfully, and was a little arrogant, but there was a lot of information revealed in his words.

Looking at the translucent red wall that was slowly healing, Turing's figure flashed and disappeared into colorful noise.

……

Crowded streets, deep skies, buildings made of composite materials covered with a strange projection screen.

This is a crowded market place, where damaged mechanical materials and buildings grow together. It looks extremely dilapidated, but there is no one there.

Turing's figure appeared on the street in a pile of variegated colors.

"Come in."

He looked around, a little surprised by the environment here.

Compared with the white cyberspace outside, this place is like reality.

If it weren't for the ground he stepped on and the walls he touched, there would be faintly glowing data words printed on it, and he even thought that this place was reality.

"The person named Ghost thinks that this is an online black market under construction. It seems that he is right. But why did I enter here instead of the underlying data space of the Crohn black market system?"

Turing couldn't figure it out for the time being. His understanding of the "bismuth network" was limited to what his father told him in secret.

Strolling through the dimly lit futuristic slum streets, Turing is ready to explore.

There are no commodities in the entire market, and there is no sign of wind blowing. It seems real, but it is dead.Turing wandered around here, and found that all the "abilities" he had in the terminal space had disappeared.

Unable to teleport, unable to materialize data, except for the "leather case" of Luo Wang, he is like an ordinary person.

Taking into account the knowledge of networks and systems, Turing knows that there is a term "permission".

This should be an online bazaar created by the Crohn black market. It belongs to the public space. My own authority here is not enough to do things that I can do casually in the terminal.

Based on this information, plus the information revealed by the ghost in the previous conversation, Turing guessed that the virtual reality technology in the real world may have matured, but it has not yet been popularized and used in large quantities.

And in the cyberspace presented by this virtual reality technology, there are some hackers who make a living by stealing data. The first time he heard the term "icebreaker" was when he used the molecular deciphering line to invade the world he encountered. The words I heard from the other party when I arrived at the first technology hunter "Beekeeper".

This should be a special group among hackers. The ghost just now may be a member of the "Icebreakers".But Turing suspected that the kid was bragging.

Strolling around here, Turing failed to get more information, nor did he encounter the hacker who claimed to be a ghost, and at the same time, he failed to get the data about the Crohn black market that he imagined existed.

After sensing his own body in reality, Turing was ready to go back.

But at this moment, a gunshot came from the side, and a flame was reflected under the deep sky.

someone!

Turing quickly stuck behind a wall and waited for a few seconds. After feeling that the gunshots were going away, he quickly approached the place where the gunshots came from.

While running, Turing found that although he had lost most of his authority, his virtual body was still somewhat different in this virtual world.

Stamping on his feet, Turing soared into the air amidst a burst of stampede spreading data, jumped a few meters high, landed lightly on the side of a building, and ran at high speed while clawing at the wall.

And didn't feel any fatigue.

Relying on this method, Turing quickly approached the place where the gunshots erupted, and slowed down, carefully hiding himself.

The gunfire was close, on the street to his side.Turing hid sideways in the corner, and from this angle, he could already see the flying bullets.

Accompanied by a flash of yellow light, a robot with no lower limbs floating in the air appeared on the street with its head twisted like a trash can.

The robot held a rifle with the same style in one hand, and a green cross-marked mechanical shield in the other. The yellow warning light on its face was sweeping around.

After a short inspection, the yellow light instantly turned into red, and the robot rose into the air, moving at high speed in another direction:
"Illegal protocol path captured, suspicious background program detected, system cleaning in progress..."

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
After the robot left, several more robots left at high speed from the alley where Turing was hiding with their loudspeakers.

After there was no more movement, Turing poked his head out of his hiding place in a daze, and looked at the robot in the distance:

This is antivirus software?
360 security guards?

　If there is a text problem, please remind me in time~
　
(End of this chapter)